Favourites
Useless HeartUseless heart Why must you never go away?Useless Heart
You leave me bleeding and bruised In just a matter of days
Without as much as a warning To brighten my day
And the only thing that shows me even a glimmer of hope In this bittersweet life I live
Are broken glass and razorblades Sharpened and new
Unlike these faded pictures of you And the person I used to be
Life just sucks whenever I'm with you So just leave me to suffer alone
And die away Since God knows that all I've got
Is leftover words and tears
by ~Writer-Of-Tragedies
Dreaming of YouTell me you love me And that you'll never leaveDreaming of You
Tell me how I don't have to Wear my heart on my sleeve Where it'll only begin to bleed
From the thoughts they placed
In my head, the ones that tell me That I'm better off dead
Love me And make sure what you tell me is true
For the last thing I wish to hear Are more lies and tales of deceit From you
Stay here Where we can just gaze
Into eachothers eyes Where no one may prey Upon my hopes and dreams
For this is just a dream I never want
by ~Writer-Of-Tragedies
Say GoodbyeKill me, let me die Shed no tears as I lieSay Goodbye
Cry over my cold remains As I leave you Drifting away
Tell me things you've never said As I lay there practically dead
Tell me what I wish to hear As it comes down to your worst fears
And from the day you put me down Right there under six feet of ground
You'll remember me always In your every wake
As this was a life You were willing to take
by ~Writer-Of-Tragedies
Burdens of a Shooting StarThe first bright star Goes across The pitch black night skyBurdens of a Shooting Star
Many wish on this star And claim it as they're own But then as quickly as it was shown The bright shooting star begins to fall And the wishes and dreams it carried Die away with it's light
Something so depended on Will begin to break under the weight Of all the dreams and hopes That depend on it suceeding
Wether one is a star or a human being Burdens weigh heavily And the result remains the same
So through the summer nights I count all of the falling stars
by ~Writer-Of-Tragedies
Watchers
RAWRRR!!
LovedeviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Current Residence: boringville, tx
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: idk
- Interests: writting,reading,rocking out to music exerciseing and internet
- Favourite movie: ALL spider-man movies,u-571, twilight,
- Favourite band or musician: Five FInger Death Punch
- Favourite genre of music: heavymetal, punk, rock and everything else,also into piano music
- Favourite artist: not sure
- Favourite poet or writer: uhh williamshakespeare
- Favourite photographer: idk
- Favourite style of art: na
- MP3 player of choice: IPOD!!!
- Wallpaper of choice: marines
- Favourite game: james bond golden gun
- Favourite gaming platform: psp, ds
- Favourite cartoon character: spider-man
- Tools of the Trade: welding
- Email: spidergirl1583@hotmail.com
- MSN: spidergirl1583@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: crazycrash
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
i hate that i'm afraid to love you. so i'm just going to smile and hopefully my mask will become real
--
I hate my life but I hate you more...
So I'll keep on trying, for now
--
"I'd rather you hate me for something I am, than rather you love me for something i'm not"
"True poets don't write their thoughts with a pen, they release the ink that flows from within their heart"
--
Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
--
"I'd rather you hate me for something I am, than rather you love me for something i'm not"
"True poets don't write their thoughts with a pen, they release the ink that flows from within their heart"
--
Each man kills the thing he loves. -Oscar Wilde
--
"There is beauty in despair. You just have to know where to look." Me!
--
"I'd rather you hate me for something I am, than rather you love me for something i'm not"
"True poets don't write their thoughts with a pen, they release the ink that flows from within their heart"
--
"There is beauty in despair. You just have to know where to look." Me!
--
"I'd rather you hate me for something I am, than rather you love me for something i'm not"
"True poets don't write their thoughts with a pen, they release the ink that flows from within their heart"
Previous Page123Next Page